Crowded

Karl P. Dahl (FF+)

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Natalie dreams.

She is waiting on a crowded station in Sapporo, for a delayed train. Surrounded by strangers on every side, silently waiting like her. It is a hot summer's day and her dress, made of some silky stretch, fits her like a second skin; only her legs have room for air around them. Her arms, bare, touch the fellow people waiting. Why had she chosen this dress, more fit for an evening dinner? She does not know. Being a westerner in Japan, she easily out-lengths the folk around her. In fact, she have to be careful not to press her breasts into the back of the head of the silent Japanese standing in front of her.

Then the train comes, its rush causing a gust of fresh air to her face, blowing some of her hair out of placement past her eyes. She would have brushed it aside with her hand had it been possible, but they are clung to her sides by the ever-increasing pressure of her fellows as the train motions to a stop. Doors almost right in front of her, through the glass she sees that this wagon is as full as the last train. 'Shit! I have to wait for another train', she thinks.

But the door opens, and although no-one seems to be leaving, the crowd pushes forward towards it, bringing her with it. She has no option but to follow the seemingly blind mass pushing for the door and travel ahead. She is forced taking small steps bring her forward, one by one. Pushed inside, into a cabin even hotter and humid than the summer day outside. The warm air causing yet another trickle of sweat pass her temples.

Inside, as the train slowly bring itself to motion again, she is as struck to her standing position as had she been bound. The train in motion again, she feels that it causes her and her surrounding people to counteract with the slight shaking. But falling is not an option, stuck as she is.

Another station, but not the one she is supposed to get off on. She sees another crowd, this time from the other side of the glassed doors. An even more impossible task to bring them inside, but she notices there are people working as pushers behind them; probably there were such workers when she went on, but she never noticed. The door opens and a few people manage to get off, but far from as many as want to get in. She feels herself pushed further in, her own instinct to go the other way worth nothing here. Mostly men, but a few women pushes and are pushed in.

But as she is barged further inside, she feels something is hindering her; her long dress. It seems to have stuck onto something, and as though being the sole thing obtaining her will to stay closer to the doors, it tries to hold her back. The front of it presses against her chest, and she feels the shoulder bands pressing into her sensitive skin. But the pressure of the crowd is too strong, and the dress is forced to give in. She hears - and feels - the ripping sound as she once again is pushed a few steps in. Her dress is broken, to what extent the damage is on it she cannot say at the moment, but it does not feels as tight over her back as it should. For the moment comforting in the humid air, but it worries her.

The train moves on again, and in the shudders from the railway she feels something that creates ripples of panicky thoughts through her mind: fabric of her dress is lightly flapping against her back. It's supposed to be tight-fitting but isn't. Has the whole back ripped apart? A shudder forces her and everyone around her to tumble, and she hears a slight ripple once more; this time between her shoulders! Her dress must be broken almost all the way up! Strange thing is that almost nothing should reach that far up, with her fellow passengers not reaching her stature, but there is: she clearly feels that something is pressing at her there. She tries to see what it is but cannot.

A new ripple, this time almost up at her neck. There was no shudder this time, is someone manipulating her dress, voluntarily forcing it to break completely? Her mind boggles at the thought, caught as she is between strangers. She looks around, but everyone she can see seems oblivious to her situation. She clearly feels now that her back is uncovered, and also around her hips - it's almost like wearing only an apron (a sheer one, too). She tries to feel around with her hands to pull it back together somewhat, but the tight fabric of the dress gives no such opportunity.

Another rip, followed by a small popping sound, and she feels that the last of the dress holding together has given up and parted, to what force she cannot say. The pressure of her shoulder bands losses abruptly, and as she stumbles of a new train shudder, she feels the whole of another body pressing against her bare back and underwear. The time to reach the next station feels immensely long - and of course it is extremely bumpy, going on old railway tracks. For each shudder, her shoulder bands are shaken further down. Soon they have fallen down to rest against her upper arms. The rest of her dress is resting on her upper breasts, and if it wouldn't be for her arms clinging to her sides and that the fabric of her bra gives some resistance, it would surely fall off completely! If only the train could reach another station, so she could get off.

But as the train reaches the next stop, she sees another crowd waiting. Impossible! And she is now in the middle of the wagon, as far from any of the doors as possible. Once again, a few manages to leave - those close to the doors - but a larger number tries to enter. As she now is clumped in the middle between two doors, the pressure from the incomers comes in both directions, causing a slight turmoil where she is standing, frantically trying to hold her dress up. She is forced to concentrate on keeping her balance, even in this crowd, giving her no opportunity to hold on to the dress. Only in the last moment she manages to get hold of it, now even further down her front.

Then she notices the young woman in front of her, looking her straight in the eyes and smiling at her. She hasn't noticed her before, it is as if she just materialized in front of her. "Let me help you", she says in Japanese (but Natalie understands it fluidly) - and then she grabs the rests of the dress and pulls down! The whole fabric falls off in one fluid motion. For a few moments her shoulder bands are caught on her hands, leaving the rest hanging somewhat over her thighs, but soon it falls of completely, landing in a small puddle among all those feet on the floor.

Before Natalie has the chance to give in to the panic building up in her - scream, frantically try to grab the heap of clothing on the floor, anything! - the young woman's hands move up to her sides and start caressing her. She presses herself even closer and whispers "You're beautiful" in her ears, while her soft hands move up and down her sides and her hips. At the same time, other hands have started moving up her spine and onto her buttocks. It's as if the astonishing young lady somehow has several extra pairs of hands, all over her body.

Wordlessly, new pleasant feelings start battling with the panic within Natalie's frantic mind. And for each stroke of a hand over her naked skin, these new feelings take overhand. One part of her still shouts 'Wait! Your standing in the middle of a train, for Christ sake! These people around you are complete strangers!', but it is subsiding to the warm feeling that inevitably is building up inside her stomach, moving further down between her legs and up along her spine. Hypnotized by the young Japanese's hazel eyes, she can do nothing but getting overwhelmed.

Hands - she doesn't care whose - start caressing her still bra-clad breasts at the same time as some fingers have started caressing her vulva (also still outside of the now moist fabric below). And when another pair pulls open the bra clasps from behind, she only nods in approval. A moment later, the bra falls of her, down onto the floor. But Natalie couldn't care less this time, as soft hands immediately gets to touch her swollen, sensitive breasts. She also feels bare skin and the somewhat more rough fabric of a bra against her chest, somehow the young lady has been able to open her own blouse during this time.

Wonderful, soft lips touches her nipples and starts gentle biting and sucking, each of them sending waves of pleasure inside of her. The fingers between her legs have started getting inside of her, gently caressing her wet innermost parts. She wants to - no, she has to! - spread her legs more, but other hands have started pulling her now soaked panties down her legs, temporarily immobilizing her. They fall into a moist puddle along her ankles, but it's so crowded around her that she can't step out of them, allowing those wonderful fingers full access to her cunt as she wants most of all now.

But help is 'at hand' again, it seems. Her benevolent surrounding must also want more, for suddenly Natalie feels herself being lifted. Her legs leave the train floor (allowing the panties to fall off), and while helpful hands start supporting her back, she feels herself being tilted backward and lifted upward a bit. All but lost to her pulsating feelings, she can do nothing but comply. Only partially aware of her surroundings, she realizes that she is now lying backwards, being held up by the crowd. And her legs are getting spread apart, lifted over some people's heads in the process. The room that would have been there is immediately getting filled by others. She tries to take a look around her at her 'helpers', but they are all a blur. In a single moment of clarity, she sees herself: being held, almost floating, butt-naked in the middle of a train wagon. And only far-eastern strangers around her, men and female. And right now this is everything she has ever wished for!

The strangers must also wish this, but even more of it. Not a moment passes, and hands and tongues are all over her again - this time really all over her, exploring every inch of her body. Natalie's mind goes inwards again, everything becoming almost like some soft, reddish cotton. And she starts feeling the oh, so welcome urge building up inside her, starting in the lower spine. She is so hot now, and sweat-saliva mixture covering her body makes her feel slippery. 'If only they don't loose their grip on me', is her last clear thought, because then she finally feels a tongue entering her cunt and start licking her clitoris at the same time as others sucks even more rapidly on her now tender breasts, and a wet finger gently enters her anus. One last full-frontal attack, and she has no defense whatsoever; she wordlessly and soundlessly screams out her most vivid orgasm ever while her whole body tenses into an arc, every muscle tight.

Her orgasm seems to last forever, as wave after of wave of pure pleasure pulsates inside of her. Oh, what bliss! But finally, as the feeling starts to subside, she starts noticing her strange surroundings once again - and in particular two things: the train has apparently stopped, but she is being moved, still carried by the crowd. Suddenly wide awake, she arches her head backwards and sees that the train door have opened, and everyone is getting out. With her among them! She wants to cry, 'No, stop! I'm all naked, you can't just throw me out! I have to get my clothes back!' But no words emerge, and she is mercilessly carried out through the doors into the sunshine outside. She sees people staring at her, her old school-mates and her grandmother among them, and they point with shocked faces at her nakedness. Then, when the crowd has more room on the platform, it disperses, almost as if evaporating. And she falls -

- onto the bedroom floor, luckily landing on her side. Sun is shining right into her face. Suddenly awake, Natalie realizes she lies half-fallen on someone's floor, with only her legs still up in an unfamiliar bed. And she is naked, and sweaty! Her vulva is all moist and 'open'.

What has happened? Where are her clothes? She remembers being on a party, and then getting really drunk and suddenly very tired, deciding to crash onto some bed for a while. No remembrance of getting any clothes off, first - she was just going to take a nap. And then she hears a familiar, soft laugh from the bed. She looks up and sees the sheepish grin belonging to Liza , her lips all moist and kind of worked up, and with a tender glint in her eyes.

"I've always wanted to do that to you in your sleep", she says, smiling at her.